书名：The Ocean at the End of the Lane 车道尽头的海洋 

作者：Neil Gaiman 

出版社名称：William Morrow 

出版时间：2016 

语种：英文 

ISBN：9780062459367 

商品尺寸：10.6 x 1.6 x 17.1 cm 

包装：简装 

页数：256（以实物为准）The Ocean at the End of the Lane《车道尽头的海洋》是欧美文坛耀眼明星、新一代幻想文学代表尼尔·盖曼写的一部奇幻小说，讲述了关于魔法、生存和回忆的故事，曾获得英国奇幻小说奖提名。现实和幻想，只隔着薄薄的一张纸。继《鬼妈妈》之后，尼尔·盖曼再一次撕开这张薄纸，邀请读者走进他的幻想世界。 媒体评论： 这是一本阐述真相的小说。世界的真相有的精彩，有的可怕。孩子们明白这些真相，成年人则一无所知。——美国《时代周刊》 盖曼的思想就像深不可测的幽暗海洋。每次沉入海中，周遭世界随之隐去，取而代之的是一个更加恐怖、也更加美妙的世界。——美国《纽约时报书评》 很棒的幻想作品，没有之一。——美国《华尔街日报》 阅读盖曼这部新作，就像在早餐时分倾听你的好朋友讲述他的梦境……这本书的与众不同之处在于，它能唤起人们的童年记忆：童年的无助、童年的精彩——在那时，魔法真的管用，好听的故事真的可以帮助我们。——美国《人物》 UK National Book Awards 2013 "Book of the Year" “Fantasy of the very best.” Wall Street Journal A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn’t thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she’d claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse where she once lived, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy. A groundbreaking work as delicate as a butterfly’s wing and as menacing as a knife in the dark, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is told with a rare understanding of all that makes us human, and shows the power of stories to reveal and shelter us from the darkness inside and out. Review "Remarkable . . . wrenchingly, gorgeously elegiac. . . . [I]n The Ocean at the End of the Lane, [Gaiman] summons up childhood magic and adventure while acknowledging their irrevocable loss, and he stitches the elegiac contradictions together so tightly that you won't see the seams." --Star Tribune (Minneapolis) on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "Gaiman has crafted an achingly beautiful memoir of an imagination and a spellbinding story that sets three women at the center of everything. . . .[I]t's a meditation on memory and mortality, a creative reflection on how the defining moments of childhood can inhabit the worlds we imagine."--Journal Sentinel (Milwaukee, WI) "His prose is simple but poetic, his world strange but utterly believable--if he was South American we would call this magic realism rather than fantasy." --The Times (London) on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "[W]orthy of a sleepless night . . . a fairy tale for adults that explores both innocence lost and the enthusiasm for seeing what's past one's proverbial fence . . . Gaiman is a master of creating worlds just a step to the left of our own."--USA Today on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "[A] compelling tale for all ages . . . entirely absorbing and wholly moving." --New York Daily News on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "[A] story concerning the bewildering gulf between the innocent and the authoritative, the powerless and the powerful, the child and the adult. . . . Ocean is a novel to approach without caution; the author is clearly operating at the height of his career." --The Atlantic Wire on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "Ocean has that nearly invisible prose that keeps the focus firmly on the storytelling, and not on the writing. . . . This simple exterior hides something much more interesting; in the same way that what looks like a pond can really be an ocean."--io9 "This slim novel, gorgeously written, keeps its talons in you long after you've finished." --New York Post on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "In Gaiman's latest romp through otherworldly adventure, a young boy discovers a neighboring family's supernatural secret. Soon his innocence is tested by ancient, magical forces, and he learns the power of true friendship. The result is a captivating read, equal parts sweet, sad, and spooky."--Parade on THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE "'The Ocean at the End of the Lane' is fun to read, filled with his trademarked blend of sinister whimsy. Gaiman's writing is like dangerous candy--you're certain there's ground glass somewhere, but it just tastes so good!"--Bookish (Houston Chronicle book blog) 一座普通的农场，一幢普通的老屋，一条普通的车道……走过去，走进去——你会进入一个陌生、可怕、精彩的世界，一个截然不同于日常生活的异世界。在这个异世界里，有来自远古的邪祟，有对抗邪祟的魔法，有可以吞噬一切的饿鸟，还有，在这个世界，你可以有求必应（小心哦，也许求得的后果你无法承受）。在这里，普通的小男孩可以挺身对抗邪恶；在这里，农场的小池塘其实是大海汪洋！ 尼尔·盖曼是近十年来欧美文坛崛起的耀眼的明星，被视为新一代幻想文学的代表。其创作领域横跨奇幻小说、科幻小说、恐怖小说、儿童小说、漫画以及歌词。他的作品不但部部畅销，而且获奖无数。恐怖小说大师斯蒂芬·金称赞他是一个“盛满故事的宝库”。《文学传记辞典》将他列为十大后现代作家之一。 Neil Gaiman is an English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre, and films. His works include the comic book series The Sandman and novels Stardust, American Gods, Coraline, and The Graveyard Book. He has won numerous awards, including the Hugo, Nebula, and Bram Stoker awards, as well as the Newbery and Carnegie medals. He is the first author to win both the Newbery and the Carnegie medals for the same work, The Graveyard Book (2008). In 2013, The Ocean at the End of the Lane was voted Book of the Year in the British National Book Awards. Nobody came to my seventh birthday party.

There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven candles on it in the center of the table. The cake had a book drawn on it, in icing. My mother, who had organized the party, told me that the lady at the bakery said that they had never put a book on a birthday cake before, and that mostly for boys it was footballs or spaceships. I was their first book. When it became obvious that nobody was coming, my mother lit the seven candles on the cake, and I blew them out. I ate a slice of the cake, as did my little sister and one of her friends (both of them attending the party as observers, not participants) before they fled, giggling, to the garden. Party games had been prepared by my mother but, because nobody was there, not even my sister, none of the party games were played, and I unwrapped the newspaper around the pass-the-parcel gift myself, revealing a blue plastic Batman figure. 1 was sad that nobody had come to my party, but happy that I had a Batman figure, and there was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway. My parents had also given me a Best of Gilbert and Sullivan LP. to add to the two that I already had. I had loved Gilbert and Sullivan since I was three, when my youngest sister, my aunt, took me to see Jolanthe, a play filled with lords and fairies. I found the existence and nature of the fairies easier to understand than that of the lords. My aunt had died soon after, of pneumonia, in the hospital. That evening my father arrived home from work and he brought a cardboard box with him. In the cardboard box was a soft-haired black kitten of uncertain gender, whom I immediately named Fluffy, and which I loved utterly and wholeheartedly.